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A definition of infatuation



For reasons fully known only to myself, some six or seven years ago I was looking for a serious definition of infatuation.

But I found this in the Urban Dictionary. The truth of it made me laugh so much that I posted it on my blog at the time. I thought some of you who might not have seen it might also find it amusing.

Some of us may have been the ‘object’ but who of us cannot admit to having been the ‘obsessor’ at least once.



All-encompassing, gut-wrenching, soul-draining activity that only requires the active involvement of one individual: the obsessor. A second individual is required for the peripheral need of providing the obsessor with an object of needless, unappreciated, possibly unwanted, often unwarranted affection. The second individual may or may not be aware of his/her peripheral involvement, and may or may not be willing to be peripherally involved: the object’s awareness and/or willingness of being an object of desire is of no consequence to the obsessor.



Source : The Urban Dictionary

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Photograph : The lovely actress Felicity Jones for whom I have had a mild infatuation (of which she is obviously unaware) for the last ten years or so. I was delighted to see her gain mainstream success in The Theory of Everything and Rogue One. This photo was taken by Mark Abrahams for GQ magazine in 2014 


Posted by on January 11, 2019 in Still Life


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Sports car


You have such










sports car



Driving you

would be

a delight.



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First posted this time a couple of years ago. I enjoy driving.

Art by Annick Bouvattier


Posted by on September 10, 2018 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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If I could

I would wrap

my cloak

around you

to protect you

to keep you warm

to keep you safe.


And when

you are gone

I will press

the dark cloth

to my face

and inhale

your scent

and feel you




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Art by Bernard Lamotte



Posted by on April 4, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life


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Act dangerously



Romantic that I am, I have a soft spot for Valentine’s Day.

Not so much for the exchange of cards, gifts and supper between those who are already lovers.  I can see the romance, the affirmation, the enchantment and the intimacy – I have fallen under its amorous spell often enough. Yet one can also almost smell the commercial cynicism at this time of the year.

No, I think what really makes February the fourteenth special is that it provides almost-strangers the perfect excuse and the ideal opportunity to flirt outrageously.

And to act dangerously.



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Art by Loui Jover

This is not a new post, but it has become almost a Valentine’s Day tradition for me to repost it around this time of year, to remind readers to be bold and to have fun.


Posted by on February 12, 2018 in Still Life


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Next Best Thing


It was perpetual summer, richly fragrant with potent mary jane and pungent patchouli.

I was sixteen.

She was two years older – so far out of my league that she should never have even noticed me.  And yet somehow I was there, amazed at my good fortune, hopelessly in love with her, and in complete awe of her friends. They were ultra hip, achingly cool and comfortably rich.

Whereas I owned the Levi’s I stood up in, a couple of faded shirts, a borrowed guitar, and my notebook of spidery poems.

There was a gentle candle-lit dinner party in one of daddy’s spare houses.  The room was beamed and flagged and full of style and music. I was a pretty boy – an amusing novelty to wear like a trinket on her arm.  Although I never realised that at the time.

The conversation turned to views of what a perfect partner might be.  She waxed lyrical about what would excite her.  Intelligence, a sense of humour, a slim, slender physique, a writer, a revolutionary, a mass of golden curls, eyes that could both command and romance.  I swear she was looking at me. I thought she was talking about me.  I was young, proud and special.  I had smoked perhaps a little too much dope.

‘Thank you.’ I said, when she had finished.

There was moment of stunned silence before the table erupted with mocking laughter.  She reached across and patted my hand.

‘Oh, darling boy.  Did you think I meant you?’

I lowered my eyes, blushing fiercely, almost tearful at my own stupidity.

‘Don’t worry,’ she consoled me. ‘you are the next best thing.’  There was more laughter.

It was an instructive and humbling moment that I promised myself I would never forget.

It still lives on, all these years later, in my e-mail address:




As I continue to go through pieces of my past, I found this. I first posted it in 2012 writing about a memory of my teens that never faded. I suspect we have all had moments like these in our formative years.


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Photograph by Matt Eaton


Posted by on February 5, 2018 in Lovers Past, Still Life


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Black dresses

Art by Fabian Perez


I am not fond of Christmas

especially when it begins

so early

tacky and commercial

a festival of bad taste.


And yet it is a season of parties

mistletoe kisses

flirtation and assignation

and lovely women

in sexy black dresses

and seriously seductive heels.



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Art by Fabian Perez

I wrote and posted this about the same time two years ago and also last year. It amused me so I have reposted it now.


Posted by on December 7, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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Drawn to beauty


I cannot help

but be drawn to beauty

in literature

in art

in music.


In pure mountains

in endless deserts

in still lakes

in dark forests

in perfect silence.


In the ever-changing skies

and in the wild seas.


And in you

sweet angel.

So much in you.



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Posted a couple of years ago – repeated because my love for beauty grows ever deeper.

Art by Andre Kohn

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Posted by on October 28, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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